The Seven Deadly Skele-Sins

Violent Beginnings

THIS IS A LUSTMARE FANFIC, IT IS THE MAIN FOCUS, BUT THERE ARE OTHER MINOR SHIPS AS WELL.

THIS FIC ALSO INCLUDES ECTO-BODIES, SEXUAL THEMES SUCH AS ASSAULT, UNCONSENTED ADVANCEMENTS, MENTIONS OF PTSD/MENTAL ILLNESSES, AND HEAVY VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE. PLEASE ADVANCE WITH CAUTION.

(Full cover image above since Wattpad cut off some of it :'])

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"Get away from me-"

"Why should I, slut?"

The monster stepped closer, pushing the frail skeleton against the brick wall.

Said skeleton was horrified, trying desperately to escape from this disgusting monster's grasp.

He just wanted to get home as fast as possible without any interruptions, as always.

But, as always, some pervert would show up and try something.

"Come on, it'll just be for a
moment!~" It snarled, licking it's gross, crooked teeth.

"I said, GET AWAY FROM ME!" Smashing his assaulter's privates with a swift kick, he bolted out of the alleyway, grasping his arms tightly and gasping for air with every stride he took, running as fast as his body would allow him.

"YOU FUCKING WHORE! I'LL KILL YOU!"

'Just ignore him, just ignore him, just ignore him, just ignore him, just ignore him-'

He had escaped from the attacker, and was just sprinting home, crying heavily, the tears almost making him fall several times.

Slamming the door shut, he slid down the door wailing, and hid his head in his hands, crumpling into a little ball.

"Sansy, is that y- OH MY GOODNESS! Sans, what happened?" Toriel practically leaped down the stairs, wearing only a loose nightgown, and quickly knelt down in front of the weeping skeleton.

Sans didn't answer and just kept crying, wiping away his tears and staring at the floor with a solemn expression. "Just the us-usual..."

Toriel sighed and tried to softly sooth her large, fuzzy hand against Sans' arm. He flinched away before she could touch him however, making the woman retract her arm and stand up, holding it out for him to possibly grab. He sniffled and just stared at her for a moment, pushing past her to head to their shared apartment. Toriel pulled back her hand once more and followed suit.

The large lady sat the much smaller man on the couch, and wrapped him up in blankets and gave him a gentle smile. "Would you like anything from the kitchen?" She asked, her voice sounding smoother than silk.

He only nodded, and Toriel told him that she was only going to be directly to his left in the kitchen, making her specially comfort food: Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie.

A sweet and tangy smell filled the apartment, and Sans was starting to slowly calm down, and get more and more content.

Tori had eventually sat down with a small porcelain plate with a perfect golden brown slice, and gently gave it to Sans along with a small, white, plastic fork.

The two sat in silence as one had gotten up once more to get their comfiest comforter, and drape it over the smaller of the pair.

"It is the start of winter after all..." Toriel softly mentioned.

Toriel watched with gentle eyes as Sans ate the pie, the woman eventually letting into her urge to grab a slice herself. Even she couldn't resist her wonderful baking.